I’m not sure how long he keeps me there, his hands skimming the outline of my body as he revels in our kiss.
With every reverent touch, my core throbs. I’m wet and desperate for more deliciously slow torment.
I arch into him, unabashedly rubbing my hard nipples against his chest. I hate the barrier of his shirt between us, but the cotton fabric is soft as it teases my sensitive buds.
“More,” I pant. “I need more.”
“That’s my greedy girl,” he praises.
The warm glow that suffuses my chest mixes with the heat pulsing through my body with every heavy heartbeat. It stokes my lust, and my inner muscles clench with the desire to be filled.
I’m writhing beneath him mindlessly.
“Please…” I beg. “I need to feel you.”
He groans. “How can I deny you?”
His weight leaves me, and I’m deprived of his body heat for a cruel few seconds. He’s back atop me, and I heave in a shaky breath when his bare skin touches mine.
Nothing has ever felt more right. For the first time in years—possibly ever—I’m whole.
Not bereft. Not alone.
I don’t have to be strong.
In this moment, I let go completely.
He seems to feel the shift in me, because he sucks in an awed gasp.
“You are so fucking beautiful. So perfect for me.”
The words don’t scare my anymore. I crave to hear them now.
I’m every bit as greedy as he said.
“More,” I beg again. “I need more.”
He obliges me, drawing back just far enough so that he can pinch and pull at my nipples, giving me the little hits of pain that drive me wild.
He knows exactly how to play my body like his favorite instrument, like he understands my deepest needs without me having to say anything.
Our chemistry is more potent than I ever imagined, and judging by his hard length pressing into my thigh, we really are perfectly matched in our desires.
His touch trails lower, and his teeth replace his pinching fingers on my nipple.
I cry out at the shock of pain. Hot lines of pleasure zing straight to my clit, and a delicious ache throbs through my pussy.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Take it for me. Take it all.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Two thick fingers trace my labia. I’m more than ready for him to penetrate me. He parts my folds easily, filling me up. He finds my g-spot with expert ease. At the same time, his thumb grinds against my clit.
“Come for me.”
He bites my nipple again, and I shatter on his command. Pleasure and pain twine into one, until I’m a being of pure sensation. My mind blanks; there’s only the darkness behind the blindfold and the sweet cruelty of his masterful touch. In the darkness, my entire focus centers on the ecstasy he’s wringing from my body.
“Another,” he demands. “I want you relaxed and ready for me.”
